Today I was reminded of the fact that, according to some people, I don't count. I am not "being supportive" when I have a differing opinion. Because I don't have kids who do a million things, my life isn't important enough to follow. When I am personally hurt and saddened by an event like Orlando, it doesn't even register that I might need support because 40-something gay people were shot and killed.
Why am I less than human because you fail to understand me? Because you fail to even want to understand me? I have to be the smarter one, and the emotionally mature one because your feelings were hurt when I disagreed with you, and so I apologize so that you feel better.
But I don't feel better. And you have no idea. And you don't care. I am incomprehensible and alien and less-than, and only important as an audience to your "greatness." And while I believe that you do love me in your own way, you do not know me at all and you never have.
All I can do is to love you, because you are my brother. I just have to remember that to you I will never be fully human.